I’ll wear my serpent printed dress,
The one that caresses each curve
And recalls the chthonic
Creative essence of the earth.
Can I persuade you that love
Is good? I will draw myself
In lines you expect to embrace,
Wind between truth and myth
Until you take my hand.
I will play goddess and succubus,
Angel and animal, shed my skin
And emerge reborn until l outlive
Every construct you believe,
Until you only see a woman,
- Grace Babcock © 2017